If I don’t stop her, I’m going to cum in her mouth.

As sexy as the thought is, I want to come inside her.

I scoop her up and drop her on the bed. She lifts up on her elbows, surprise in her expression as I kneel at the end of her bed again. I grab her hips and thrust into her.

She lets out a cry that’s unmistakably pain, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I’ll ask for forgiveness later. Right now, I need to be in her. I need to feel her pussy spasm on my cock, I need to be in her warm depths until I blow my load.

I pull back and push home again. I know this won’t be enough to get her where I need her to come. I place hand on her belly and begin to work circles around her clit. Her body flops back on the bed her eyes closing as I pump into her while teasing her clit.

She’s going to come.

I watch my cock sliding into her, coated in the juices of her orgasm. Her tight entrance tries to keep me out, but I shove in, refusing to be gentle as my body begs me to push her over the edge so I can follow her into the darkness of orgasm.

She’s panting in pleasure, her whole body moving. Her tits bounce beautifully as I thrust up into her. I reach up to grab one. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me in shock, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

I grit my teeth, feeling the pressure in my balls as my body readies for her.

She lets out a cry that sears into my brain as her pussy clamps down on me, rippling beautifully as she comes all over me. The slick wet that follows is too much for me as I feel it dripping down my balls, warm and sweet, I want more of her.

I press home in her hard, but she’s beyond the sensation of pain and I feel myself losing the battle as my body decides it’s time to fill her. The pleasure wins out as my essence spurts into her. Her whole body shudders and her eyes lock on me, their haze beginning to clear even as her body trembles with pleasure.

She’s still fucking coming.

Pleasure flows over me and I lose myself to the moment as I press up into her, taking her hips in my hands so I can press in hard as my cum pumps into her willing body.

Her hands grip my arms and she lifts so she’s sitting with me still deep within her. Her hands come up to cup my face and she kisses my lips. There’s a desperation in the kiss as if she’s afraid I’m going to up and leave now.

Like I would normally do.

As I slide out of her and feel the trickle of mess we’ve made, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She’s trembling as if her body can’t handle all the sensations still flowing through her.

She clings to me, her lips opening to allow me access. I let her taste herself on my breath as my tongue plunders her mouth. She’s sweet and warm, all give and no take. Sheer ecstasy.

When we part, even her lower lip is trembling.

“Are you cold?” I whisper, the urge to take care of her taking over. She shakes her head no and I wrap her up tighter. Her body against mine feels like heaven and I enjoy the way she wraps her legs around me as if she can hold me in place.

Her hazel eyes meet mine and I sense an intense struggle within her. “Stay with me,” She whispers fiercely and I feel a smile tugging the corners of my lips.

“For as long as you’d like me,” I whisper, and her pupils spasm. “There are some things you should know first,” I say and she releases me. I watch as she scoots back on the bed and pats the spot next to her.

“Get talking,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I take a second to enjoy this moment, knowing that as soon as I tell her my secret, she might walk out of my life forever.

But I owe her the truth.

So I climb into the bed and relax next to her. She rolls into me, her body pressed sweetly to my side as she throws an arm across my chest protectively.

“My dad was a drunk,” I begin. It’s as good a place as any, I guess. “He used to beat up on me and my brothers when he was wasted.” Pretty much daily.

I feel her tense up and know she’s likely planning her exit strategy. I know I would be. Any sane person would be. And it only gets uglier from here.

“Well, when my brother Kieran had enough, he finally told dad what he really thought.” The memory is fresh in my mind. Kieran had waited until dad was sober. He’d let fly with the pain, rage, and hatred of more than a decade of abuse.

“He finished it all by telling dad that he should kill himself.” I feel the tension of the room from that day. Dad had been shocked, in denial as he stared at his son. He’d looked at me, but I hadn’t had the forgiveness or peace of mind to pretend I didn’t feel the same way. Life would have been better without him in every sense.

Jane’s hand begins to stroke my chest gently. Her fingertips trace my ribs, my solar plexus, the line of muscle from my ribs down my abdomen. The tickle of it relaxes me as I continue telling her about my shameful, horrible family.

“That night, dad didn’t drink. He sat in his room for hours, refusing to even come to dinner. We were all so tired of his abusive shit that we didn’t even attempt to go talk him out of his self-imposed misery.” Bile backs up my throat as I think of my part in everything.

I could have changed everything.

Jane clings to me, her heart thudding against my side. I sense she’s offering comfort, and love her for it.

“So he sat up there alone, likely thinking about how much we hated him. He put his shotgun barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.” The memory of the shot firing right above our heads as we sat at dinner, a chilling silence as we ate gives me a very real jolt now.

Jane’s fingertips leave as she hugs me with her arm.

As the quiet overtakes us, I wonder if I could have changed it at all. If I’d walked up there, would he have turned the gun on me instead? Would he have taken me to get even with Kieran’s cruel words? Would I have changed anything?

“He was sick,” I say, my words scraping my throat and leaving the sound hoarse. “We ignored him when we should have gotten help.”

Jane’s voice is one of reason and kindness. “He did what he thought he had to do to help. He thought he was beyond saving, and maybe he was.” She lifts her head to look at me. “But no matter what, it wasn’t your fault, or your brother’s. Your father made his choice with a clear head.”

“He wouldn’t have done it if Kieran hadn’t told him to. It’s where he got the idea.”

Jane is shaking her head, her eyes locked on mine. “No. He realized who he was and what he’d done. I’m sure the pain of that is what made him decide to do this, not your brother’s words. Honesty has a way of showing us when we’re the monster of our own stories.” Her expression is resolute, but I’m staring at her in awe.

She makes sense, and while I’m not totally sold, I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with this woman.